DIALOGUES vi

And Flash Said , " throw your arms around in open air , Feel me my princess , beautiful and fair. " My heart pines for you day and night , Don't play games , reveal yourself in my sight. Before this rotting body goes to the grave , Save me oh Flash , handsome and brave .

DIALOGUES : V

and I said , " all bonds are broken , I stand on love's ruin; Tell me how long do I need to wait , When will Eternity be our fate ? " " Scores are yet to settle." Flash said , " I can sense the stare of the battle. My love we will meet soon , Will be together again in love's boon "

DIALOGUES (IV) : FLASH, EMILY AND THE EMPRESS

" They are fools to celebrate love for a day", Flash said looking at the sun's colorful ray. " If only she was here , love will be there throughout the year , Say something please, oh Rose, my dear . " Emily said , " My good lonely sir, I know our Mistress awaits you from the mountains far; Take a look , think again and make your move, Restore happiness, rescue your love. And I said , " Flash I love you , you are my reality , please make it true ; I want to live again , give me your hand, In your arms , in your magic land "

DIALOGUES (III) : FLASH, EMILIA AND THE EMPRESS

" when the clock stops to say the time , when love breaks from the four letters, when the speed of time accelerates to slow down , let Eternity be our destiny !!", she said . Flash , " I know our fate , It strikes me every time, how can I forget. Let the mountains sleep in peace , Let the rivers sing in care's bliss". Emily , " she knows everything, she knows what is wrong; she cries every moment to be in your arm. And I repeat , "when the clock stops to say the time , when love breaks from the four letters, when the speed of time accelerates to slow down , let Eternity be our destiny !!"

DIALOGUES : FLASH , EMILY AND THE EMPRESS ( II)

Emily :" Across the mountain of snow, Where the purest of herbs grow, Once the cradle of the sapphire dragon, Hear Jizel's cry , her groan and moan. My Emperor , do not rust in that crystal chair , Do not breathe in that sulphuric air , She needs you more than this land, All she needs is the warmth of your hand." Flash :" I rot in the thorns of my dear Rose , I forget the words of her verse and prose , Let the link be bonded with Jizel, Then only again happiness will come out of her concealed veil." Emily :" hush hush !! here she comes searching for her queen, Do something and put an end to this lonesome reign ." Flash :" let her be on her own , she will bring back the magic of the crown; Let her icy fire ruin the illusion of the real , Then only the strongest magic will prevail ." Amidst the darkness where I once went to abscond , I closed my eyes, I felt that bond ; Reality's wall will soon break down ; Crystallasia feels soon she will will restore the Empress of her crown .

DIALOGUES : FLASH, EMILY AND THE EMPRESS (I)

And Flash said , " come to me , my beloved Empress, Reveal your intellect , charm and grace; Leave aside reality's war, Breathe fresh in Crystallasia 's air ." Emily replied , " My Mistress loves you like ever before , But her heart is broken , she suffers from pain and sore ; Unleash your magic for one last time, Let us all sing our Empress' hymn ." And I close my eyes and feel love's bliss; In magical air I stretch my arms, I can feel his kiss .

FOR YOUR RECOVERY

Of restlessness, of woes, I indite; Imprisoned by the clouds, This blind moon only hopes, The stars will light up the night. Of tears seen and unseen, I indite, My cerebral sense fails to remember--- Which pain was more--- Your absence or your suffering. The river dries up; The lake watches him. She can only hope that he will recover again. Of memories past and future, I indite; I see you and me walking on those green paths, I laugh at my playful pranks, I try to grasp your hand while I cross the road, I strain my eyes to look for you near Blue Earth. Memory and reality leave me dumbfounded; I will meet you once again; Happy times are waiting!! Of pain and anxiety, I indite; Trusting Psyche's healing powers, I try to be strong; Yet the night was sleepless; Day and night merge; I want to break through; I want to be with a recovered you !!

TUMI

Tomar thoter porosh, tomar sei advut chokher chaowa ;
tomar haater chowatei shes hoy amar shokol chaowa paowa;
Kono jhor noy tumi nijei bhengechhile mor duar;
Din ki raat..jani na: sotyo eta e tumi bhed korechile mor moner ondhokar.

Comic boi er pataye gora amar moner rupkotha;
Ei nobo joiboneo biswas kortam hobe na ta britha;
Ei niye koto na manushe korechhe porihash;
Amar mritopraye biswas k dile tumi shonjibonir ashwas.

Jantam tumi ashbe, bhebechhilem nebe flasher chhoddobesh;
Tumi ele , haralam tomar majhe , kintu nei flash er kono resh ;
Tumi ele shudhu tumi hoye ;
Tomari majhe fellem mon haariye .

Kokhuno tomar pouroshotyo, kokhuno tomar sneho,
Tomar shokol diye gorle amader bhalobashar groho;
Kono mayabono biharini horini noy, dekhechho tumi amaye nari rupe;
Tomar daake shara diye amader dui jibon gechhe mishe;

Dekhte peyechhilem tumi lukiye chhile hiyar majhe;
Aaj tomari rupe amar mon shaje ;

Jani na ki kore lekhe bhalobashar lekhoni;
Chondo arther bondhone shristi hoy shobdo udbhaboni;
Amar jiboner shotyo : jibon bhalobasha shob e " sudhu tumi "

LIP GLOSS

The Cherry one he likes,
As my lip gloss seintillates my love;
Scarlet as the bride's blush;
"It suits you", he says.

Every time it scoffs me,
When I choose it instead of the guava one;
I smile at the peach-hued guava gloss;

The peregrination has been eventful;
Months ago on the Atlantic shores;
The sedate lip-gloss adorns my lips.

I pick it up ---- yes the smell;
Of memories, of change;
Of nefarious charms;
Of nugatory people;
Till he came-- a naivete.

The vapid cheeks now blush.
The cherry lip gloss smiles.
He removes the semblance of the lips,
His temerity breaks through the tessellated gloss;
He quaffs,
Planting the salubrious seminal kiss;
The cherry gloss removes the guava's malaise;
I blush!! I blush !!

TRANSLATION

I indite with you ;
Our verbiage --- it is your trans-creation;
Your clever verbatim,
Is not tantamount with respect to mine;
May not even be a worthy surrogate,
Yet I write with you!!

I look at your lectern;
At 16 , I was too unaware of your lachrymose knell;
Not prepared for your valedictory speech;
Not even now at 20.
I indite with you.

THE Magnate you are,
In my visceral blood lies only the vestige;
The vernal verve--- seems to be sere;
Spate of tear gushes out of my eyes;
I skulk and sequester;
Then in the shadow of the taper and the stockade ,
I find you;
Scared of spoonerism,
I look for the vise;
I try not to vitiate;
And then I see your visage.

The verdigris moves away;
You show m me your variegated world;
I falter;
I expatiate with you;
I try to be sedulous;
And I retreat from secession.
I indite with you.

Fledgling I am;
I know your sidereal presence ;
I see your finesse of translation ;
The verbose filigree gives me strength.

Now I know I will not taint,
Nor will I squander words and time.
I will not shunt;
Verisimilitude exists in our vignette.
The euphony of words evinces from our scripts,
As I am writing with you!!

JIZEL

She flits by the rest,
Surmounting the Stygian air;
Flustering others,
With her mettle and spry demeanor;
Machinations—she foils;
She--- Jizel;
Grows cadevorous, smoldered,sweltered;
And then again wakes up to life;
Gaffe prevented;
The fluke---- Jizel;
The swarthy air suffuses;
She lunges and fights the malefactor.
My heart loses the legerdemain of jollity;
Still she flaunders;
With talons we struggle to break free;
Jizel--- streadfast;
Her stentorian cries break the stymie;
Her skittish gait
Does not neglect the pitfall.



My heart nauseates,
In the nebulous, spectral, sordid air;
Yet I brook;
Soddened are the sutures in water of Limbo;
They detach;
Leaving me forlorn and intimidated.



But nothing can girth us,
I sense it;
She molts;
Genteel Jizel-- she gambols;
Gamely she bears the fusillade;
She mauls the perdition,
With her bellicose demeanor,
Her meteoric slash,
We extricate.
My parlance extols her talisman.
She--Jizel

EMILY O EMILIA

¿ Qué nombre tú quieres,
Emily o Emilia?
En diferente idioma expresamos
¡Emily o Emilia !

¿ Qué eres ahora?
Tengo no idea.
Pero conozco hay una magia.
¡Emily o Emilia !

Es muy diferente--- expresión,
Tambien-- emoción;
Todavía corazón sueña;
¡Emily o Emilia !

Tienes llave de fantasía,
Llave de verde,azul,naranja,amarillo,roja y violeta,
Vive la magia.
¡Emily o Emilia !

THE NIGHT

The 'phuchka-wala' counts his coins,
The road side hair-clip seller packs up his unsold bundle,
The night approaches!!
Streets full of peripatetic people,
Of philistine, poseur,lout,
Of paramour, pedantic, philanderer.
The malls ---- full of tired cash-collectors,
Day's sale -- enough to satisfy their pecuniary thirst.
The mendicants too retire,
In their mangy shelter.
Tilottama's physiognomy -- piebald;
But misnomers they are !!
The miasma covers us;
The obsidian replaces the alluvium.

Plutocracy reigns both;
The night approaches;
People rejoice;
Even the homeless thrives in Georgia's shade.

The night approaches;
I pall-- from plebeian matters;
Poignancy is just too much;
I fail to be phlegmatic;
I cannot but have to pinion;
In the darkness I see lurid on the mural.
Seconds of lull pass away.
No orifice, no panacea;
Nothing to indemnify;
The interregnum seems to last forever ;
My parched heart --- musty;
The missive of obituary remains;
Mired yet the peregrination continues;
Who can oust this spell ?
The night covers us !!!!!

EL LAZO

Nosotros empezamos aprender juntos,
Tú y yo ---
Un idioma – dulce y blando,
Juntos nosotros intentamos !!

Toda palabra hablamos;
El mundo – creamos;
Amor, amistad, cariño jugamos
Cuando nosotros empezamos aprender juntos.

Secreto reveló, tiempo cambió,
Pero idioma desarrolló;
Ella robó toda,
Todavía tú hablas Castellano!!

Y mi amor viva,
Tambien el lazo de idioma.

PROSHNO

Shesh kobita--- seta amar aar tor,
Bedhechhilish tui chhondo aar shobder dor,
Jaani aaj o tui shikar korbina sei bhalobashar bondhon,
Kintu se bhalobasha robe chironton.


Hariye gechhe amader gaaner aarohi,
Bortoman kerechhe tor mayar ' Pallabi '.
Royechhe sudhu bhoot- bhobishyot,
Dishahin--- dui moner dui poth !!

Tobu aajo keno tui baadhish raat jagar gaan??
Keno tor chhonde proshfutito hoy tor byakul praan??
Aaj keno khujish kon se otit??
Bujhis na tui-- amio byathito??

Mon bhenge gechhe tor obortomaane,
Tukro tukro hoye jaaye tor krondone.
Ekakityo ki tokeo korechhe grash??
Taai ki tor ' nijhum niswas ' ??

Je chhonde peyechhilam toke,
AAj sei chhondo rochi mor buke,
Shohoshro proshno amaye ghire dhore,
Uttor--- lukiye achhe tor moner gobhir ontore !!

COLLAPSE

In impasse I thrive;
My credence and love --impaired;
Jaded, listless.
Yet the insurgent demeanor is there;
My intransigence heart refuses to acknowledge the infirmity;
Every second ---- I try to break free.
" collapse " --for who it will be??

A floe strives in the cold Atlantic;
So tries my body and soul!
I have my heresay;
Yet for mother's sake I genuflect,
I have to feign to eulogize the "guru ";
I cannot be icnonoclastic,
For mother's sake;
Infraction----not possible.
Yet gingerly I try to stick to my theology;
How can I forgo my own?

Credence and love thwarted,
When I found myself enamored,
Hoodwinked;
Doors closed----leaving me in languor.
Situation--- irrencilable;
Imbroglio leaves me insensate.
With every blow, my heart-- inured .

Exigency brought me to this;
Indentured by that culture;
I cannot immolate my body and soul.
No! I will not importune to her ' guru';
I imposture and implicate,
And implode within myself.

When her theology impinges with mine,
When the betrayal leaves my heart holocausted,
Even then I try to remain imperturbable.
Negativities incarcerate me;
I try to impale through it;
"collapse "--- for who will it be??

The migraine and the cancerous tumor,
Consumes my heart;
Every second a new fresco on my laceration;
My every breath-- lachrymose.
Yet no mediator I need,
No empathy for lost love.
God's incandescent bliss,
Will someday influx into my veins,
Before I collapse!

If only I garner my strength,
Though febrile,
I cannot frail;
Situations from every dimension,
Extenuate, embroil;
No! I will not disgorge!
I indite in doggerel,
With feelings, pain and harrowing mindstorms;
Trying to resist the incursion!
Let elysian time say will I be able to gestate,
And extricate from this darkness,
Exulting with my credence and love;
" collapse"--for who will it be !!

Dear Emily !!

Accoutered with feelings I write to you,
Dear Emily !!
Nothing to actuate ....but you yourself,
And " Me " .
Who will listen to whose adjuration--
" you " or "me " ?
In my daily opus and onus,
I have adverted to you,
You rendered me you advocacy;
Yet why is it we both are without aegis?
Why crestfallen?
Cause of affliction---- we both know !
And now you abscond in darkness,
In grays and blacks----
Who do I allay, Emily? " Me " or " You " ?
Each word I utter, I know you will acquiesce to it;
You welcomed "that " with " our " affable, altruistic demeanor,
Like celebratory gunfires on Pulaski's ground;
Neglecting the history that denigrates Savannah's shore,
Gave way to that apathy;
Leading way to chicanery, to be chiseled.
Who will you appease---- " you" or " me" ?
Bemused we both are --- are not we?
Wasted was the cornucopia of love and care,
Defiled ourselves with nothing but white sand;
To whom can you deplore?
Shall I berate you? or censure?
Even the cascade has to face boulders.
Things are left to be construed;
Hold on to our credence, Emily,
The certitude of peace peeps from the mountain in smoke!!

Some Lines

It is hard to vent the feelings,
Too abstruse they are ---
They make me delve in bitter happiness,
In prison walls, and
In garden of roses.
It was all of a sudden,
When things happened and things changed;
When I discovered my arcane love,
Yes – it was too late to break away !!!!!!

These years I have tried to conceal the ardor,
Giving way to the tears,
Happy as the flowed down,
Making the verity of my love.

Eternity seems even too small,
Let a time reduce to seconds;
Even within that I have known you,
Like Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Times when our words ,
Gave birth to poems;
We were unaware of their onomatopoeic nature,
But may be our hearts did.
Distance becomes too abstract a term;
It has never been hostile to me;
I accepted it like I have accepted you, unharmed by the Cupid’s arrow.
My eyes—open just to look at my phone,
To know you too have woken up ;
Our daily experiences shared,
Even though we were always apart,
Tell me, you always knew I was there .
May be I was too asinine,
But I am too weak to destroy a dimension,
Whose provenance has been my heart,
Whose air—my life !!
These lines do not require an adroit hand,
They are not here to be apothegm;
These are just mere words,
Written in love , pain and tears.

Transe

Prakriti felt someone had pulled her ear in the middle of the road; she looked back to find her mother smiling;she had no idea what was going on and how come all of a sudden her mom came as she had expected her to be home where she was making her way to; she had to remove her ear-plug; Taylor Swift’s “ You Belong With Me “ was now audible to those around them; however, it was around 3pm and there were few people on the road; Prakriti’s mom gave her no time to answer to her questions; she simply grabbed her hand and said, “ come on… let’s go; there is none in the house”;
“ well… yeah…!! But where ??? “, Prakriti asked her mother in amazement;

“ to Gariahat…shopping…. Your aunts will be waiting ;so better hurry “;

“ ooh..ok..fine ;” replied the girl carelessly;

“ where do you remain these days Prakriti ?? “ asked her mom

Prakriti, still trying to get out of dreamland, exclaimed, “ eerr?? “

“ uufff!!!! You should better get that ear plug out of our ear sometimes; I have been calling you from back and you still could not notice that “

“mom… leave it anyway… “ ; Prakriti suppressed her agitation and soon put in her ear-phone again and this time she changed the tune to Swift’s , “ love story “ ; they walked passed the apartments and then came by the old temple; Prakriti looked in awe at the sacred place; it was a pretty old temple of Goddess Kali with a large thakur dalan n a beautiful ‘shiv tala ‘ surrounded by betel, banyan n jasmine trees; the ‘ Shiv tala’ was on the outskirts of the ‘ Kali Mandir’ ; it happened to be one of Prakriti’s favorite places where she would come often for solace; she loved to sit near the ebony Shiv linga and would stare at HIM, her eyes reflecting her pains, happiness, queries and complaints; nobody knew whether she got her replies; this time, her eyes were full of grievances for the pain that has been in her heart but her eyes also shone with respect ; but Prakriti’s mother was in a hurry ;so they had to pass by the place soon; the straight road through which they were making their way now got divided into different directions; they took the one which led straight to ‘ gariahat bazaar ‘ ; “ mom, where are we going actually?? “, Prakriti now spoke up ;
“Your aunts are meeting at Nabarupa Cosmetics Store :we need to buy cosmetics for your cousin and her would be bride-groom and also some things for namoshakari “ ; her mom explained in glee;
“oohh.. Nabarupa ?? !!”, Prakriti gave a deep sigh; her mom noticed and was surprised ;
“ what’s wrong with you?? You seem to be upset;you always loved to go to that store “
“yeah… I still do… “ , said Prakriti trying to hide her tears that had appeared in one corner of her eyes;
Prakriti’s mind was totally diverted now; she did not listen to her mom’s lecture and did not even care as her mom kept calling up her aunts as to when are they coming, verifying the list of bridal-tatyo and all that stuff; each and every step they took reminded Prakriti of her walk just two months before; she and Ananda had walked past the same road; she had taken him to the same Nabarupa stores but things were different then; situation was different; Prakriti was a literature student and it was through common friends that Ananda met her first in a social networking site; her batchmate and an engineer, Ananda was special in Prakriti’s life; she never knew it would happen; she had no clue since when she started trusting him, believing him and confide in him; was it Ananda’s spell…… or was it their depth of friendship…… or was it Prakriti’s mere innocence….. all these could not explain the reason; some things in the world happen without anyone’s notice; and may be that’s why they are special; Prakriti never knew what Ananda felt for her but her sleepless nights waiting for his call and sms, her constant gazing at his pictures, her smile that created scarlet hues on her cheeks whenever she was on phone with him was enough to tell her close friends Subhosree and Dibbo that she was in love…..!! yes…Prakriti was in love with Ananda…and may be she too had no idea of it; two months ago, it had been a lazy Saturday afternoon ; Tagore’s song , “ phul bole…dhonyo ami maatir pore ; jonmo niyechhi dhulite …doya kore dao bhulite “ ( " the flower says i am happy to be on earth...i have taken birth on this dust but please let me forget this") had created a calmness in Prakriti’s room when Ananda had called her up asking to meet within 10 mins; Prakriti was not among those type of girls who spend hours in front of the mirror; she somehow combed her hair to make her face sweet and presentable, grabbed a black T-shirt, and went out in sapphire jeans and black pump shoes; it was the happiest moment of her life…..smile adorned her face as she met him…..and that smile stayed with her as long as Ananda stayed with her; she had her world in front of her; it was through the same road they had walked, talking and laughing and sometimes Ananda caringly pushing her towards the footpath and grabbing her hand as the cars speeded by; it was a magical experience and so was the time; it was “ godhuli logno “ as the sun was setting with the evening approaching on the other side;the chaos of the cars, the birds flying back to their nests, the hustle and bustle of the road……all became inaudible to Prakriti’s ears as the only thing she could listen was to Ananda’s warm voice and the only thing she could do was to stare at him; he was really her DREAM PRINCE !! walking with her mother, Prakriti was lost in Ananda’s thoughts and she felt she was living up her enchanting moments once again; just then she felt a jerk on her shoulders and this time faced her mother’s angry face, “ just pull out those ear plugs right at this moment !! “ she said angrily ;
“mom, I am sorry !! “ , replied the girl timidly; noticing tears in her eyes, her mother left the topic and said , “ you ignored me this time too; I have telling you we have almost reached; now at least I expect you to pay due respect to your elders”;
“ oh..sure !! “; Prakriti was upset ; she never knew she would miss him so much; soon she met her aunts and went to Nabarupa Cosmetic stores;just two months ago, she had last come with Ananda to get a cosmetic she needed urgently; her eyes searched for him everywhere;Prakriti lost her common sense; she simply wished Ananda to be there….. “ why Annanda is not here ?? “ , she cried within herself ; “ it’s a nightmare; it has to be; Ananda should be here with me.. Prakriti… “; Prakriti’s heart beat fast; nobody noticed how the rose was dying reaching almost the stage of being withered away; but somewhere from inside Prakriti felt she had to be strong; she had duties to be fulfilled; and that she did helping the elders choosing cosmetics, suggesting stuff for her cousin’s wedding; love made Prakriti die from within; was it a death or birth she had no idea…. Whatever it was …it was for good; it was all that she knew; her chimerical eyes searched everywhere; everywhere for Ananda; those moments of being with him, when Ananda had guarded her brought smile and whenever she felt his absence, she cried; such was love…and she was happy to be in love; it doesn’t matter whether Ananda loved her; Prakriti loved someone and that mattered to her;it was the thing she cared for; the play of smile and tears was interrupted as her mother left the store; Prakriti followed her along with her aunts as they started talking with her; she just looked back at the store for once and hummed the tune of Tagore’s ……. “ ami jene shune bish korechhi paan…praanero asha chhere sopechhi praan…tobu o paarini dure jete morite ashi………." ( " i have drank the poison knowingly...i have given up my heart without any hope..still could not go away and come back to die " ).

I Fall In Love With YOU Again And Again.......

The moments I spend with you;
I cogitate upon your mellifluous voice;
Your heart of blossoms with the garb of strength and gravity;
Made the phoenix of my heart capitulate to yours;
To your halcyon dimension;
The interaction seems so evanescent;
I lose the track of time;
My ebullient voice, my maudlin words…….
Make my feelings so ineffable;
Every time I ponder with my chimerical eyes,
I find a new you;
Every time it piques in my heart new love;
Every time I find a new reason to fall in love with you
Again and Again !!